"Weapons for self-defense." Hao Zai said, pointing to the document in the hands of the Japanese military police. "The document has a permission stamp for carrying weapons."
Sugisaku Yuji naturally saw the signature permission on the document that allowed him to carry short guns for self-defense, and it was stamped with the official seal of the Shanghai Military Police Headquarters.
He just didn’t like the Chinese.
There was no humility in this man's eyes, he did not use the honorific title "Taijun" in his mouth, and he did not nod or bow or take off his hat. This made Yuji Sugisaku, who was used to enjoying the groveling of the Chinese, very dissatisfied.
“This document is wrong.” Yuji Sugisaku shook his head.
"The document is wrong?" Hao Zai was a little surprised. He took the document from 'Boss Huang' personally. It was impossible for Araki Harima to make a mistake in this matter.
“Yes.” Yuji Sugisaku said with a cold face, “Everyone’s name, ID, and details of the weapons they carry, including the number of bullets, must be registered.”
“There are no such requirements in the customs clearance documents.” Hao Zai argued, “If there are advance requirements, we will naturally report them in advance.”
His meaning is very clear. Since there is no mandatory reporting requirement in the document, the responsibility naturally does not lie with them.
“No.” Yuji Sugisaku shook his head and firmly refused to let go.
Hao Zai finally understood that this Japanese military policeman was deliberately making things difficult.
Li Hu on the side used his eyes to signal his men not to act rashly.
“Kunzi.”
Kunzi took out a few banknotes from his body and handed them over.
Li Hu shook his head. Kunzi understood immediately and handed a gift certificate from Jiujiu Trading to his elder brother.
"Taijun, thank you for your hard work." Li Hu stepped forward with a smile on his face, "I hope you will accept your little care."
When Yuji Sugisaku saw that the Chinese man handed over a piece of paper, he was immediately furious. Then he saw clearly that it was a gift coupon from Jiujiu Trading. It said that with the coupon, you could receive five kilograms of candy. He couldn't help but smile. , put the gift certificate into your pocket.
He nodded towards Li Hu and waved his hand.
…
The train whistle sounded, and black smoke shot straight into the sky.
The sound of banging, banging, banging was accompanied by the ringing of bells, and the train pulled out of Shanghai Station.
Tickets are divided into first-class, second-class, and third-class cars, and the differences in comfort, treatment, fares, etc. are obvious.
First-class cars are the most comfortable, with gorgeous equipment, spacious seats, carpets on the ground floor, dressing rooms, bathrooms, etc.
The decoration and equipment of second-class cars are slightly inferior to those of first-class cars, but the seats are still relatively spacious.
The equipment of the third-class car is the simplest. The seats are hard boards. The passengers sit side by side. It is messy. The smell of sweat, foot odor, children's urine and feces are mixed together, and there are also odors floating in the air from time to time. Coal ash can be described as dirty and messy.
Hao Zai and the others bought a second-class car.
Hao Zai told Li Hu to keep an eye on his brothers, and he went to the urinal at the junction of the carriages with a cigarette in his mouth.
This is his habit. He pretends to go to the toilet and secretly observes other passengers in the carriage as he passes by.
The eyes of a good agent can detect many details that ordinary people fail to notice with just one glance.
This man has three hands, and his eyes subconsciously glanced at the bags and suitcases of the surrounding passengers.
This man was very powerful, and he had just rolled up his sleeves to reveal his trigger finger; Hao Zi couldn't help but pay more attention to this man.
This is a female, a woman dressed as a man.
This is Captain Lu? Lu Xingo!
Hao Zai’s eyes met Lu Xinge’s. The latter greeted him with a polite smile, just like an ordinary traveler who was polite.
Hao Zai's lips trembled and the cigarette ashes fell. Then he quickly calmed down his emotions and continued walking towards the bathroom.
“Lao San, watch your luggage, I’m going to take a pee.” Lu Xingge said to Jiang Lao San.
“I got it, brother.”
Lu Xinge stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust on his blue cloth coat, and walked towards the bathroom at the junction of the carriages.
Then, he met Hao Zai who was smoking there after peeing.
Lu Xingge and Hao Zai nodded in greeting, went in first to pee, and then borrowed a fire from Hao Zai when they came out. The two strangers had topics to talk about in the mist.
"Captain Lu, why are you in the car?" Hao Zai looked around vigilantly to confirm that there was nothing unusual. The sound of the banging rails could also cover his words, so he asked in a low voice.
"I'm not worried. Let's go to Nanjing and have a look." Lu Xingge said, his voice slightly raised, "There is something wrong with the business in Nanjing. No, my boss asked me to go to Nanjing."
Seeing that Hao Zai still wanted to ask, Lu Xingge whispered, "I communicated with Tao Zi urgently."
Hao Zai nodded. The team leader was not in Shanghai, and Tao Zi was now acting as the team leader. Lu Xingge had communicated with Tao Zi, but he had nothing to say.
However, Hao Zai actually did not support Lu Xingge going to Nanjing.
The reason is very simple and direct. Lu Xinge is a thorn in the side of the Japanese. The most important thing is that many former military commanders on the 76th know Lu Xinge.
Although the possibility of being recognized by someone is not that great, but don't be afraid of 10,000 just in case.
"I won't go with you." Lu Xinge said, "I will pretend for a while that we just met."
Hearing that Lu Xingge was not going with his group, Haozi felt relieved. He nodded, "How can I contact him if necessary?"
“Second brother knows where to find me.” Lu Xinge said.
"Do you need weapons?" Hao Zai asked. They have special pass documents and can 'legally' carry weapons on the train. Lu Xingge and the others can only sneak onto the train with weapons, and sometimes in order to successfully pass the checkpoints, they can only choose Give up carrying weapons.
“No need.” Lu Xinge smiled. If he wanted weapons, they would be everywhere in Nanjing.
With that said, he put the matchbox he borrowed from Haozi into his pocket, and then handed Haozi a cigarette, "Thanks, brother."
“Hey, I’m a matchmaker.” Hao Zai was startled for a moment, then slapped his thigh and cursed angrily, “Who is that?”
…
No. 76, Jisfield Road.
"Still no movement?" Su Chende frowned and asked Cao Yu.
"No." Cao Yu shook his head, "My subordinates have been sending people to keep an eye on Xia Wenqiao secretly. This man is very calm."
"It's useless to stare at Xia Wenqiao. People like them have plenty of ways to send information out." Su Chende shook his head, "I'm talking about the hospital."
When he said there was no movement, he meant that there was no movement at the hospital.
Logically speaking, if Xia Wenqiao had sent out the information related to Xiao Mian's safety, the military commander would not have taken action. According to his understanding of the military commander's behavior, someone should have been sent to the hospital to silence him by now.
“Ajie is in charge of the hospital, so it’s not convenient for my subordinates to interfere too much,” Cao Yu said.
Su Chende frowned. Ajie was from Ye Ziping. He formed gangs within the action team, fought for power and profit, and acted in a very flamboyant manner.
Even Su Chende had a headache for this person.
For no other reason, Li Cuiqun loved his wife Ye Xiaoqing very much, and he also favored his wife's natal Ye Ziping. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as partiality.
Moreover, Su Chende knew that it would be better to offend a man than a woman like Ye Xiaoqing, and Ye Ziping was Ye Xiaoqing's tentacles extending into the secret service headquarters. In a sense, Ye Ziping was also Ye Xiaoqing's face.
“What went wrong?” Su Chende was puzzled.
The plan he formulated was ingenious. Through Xia Wenqiao, who was basically confirmed to be connected with the Chongqing side, he passed on important information about the Shanghai Special Investigation Team and Xiao Mian's safety to the Chongqing side, while they waited in the hospital. .
Such an exquisite plan, the bait was spread out, but there was no movement.
He picked up the phone receiver. "What? Great, I understand." Su Chende hung up the phone with excitement on his face.
“Section Chief, what’s the good news?” Cao Yu asked with a smile.
"Good news, great news." Su Chende smiled brightly, "Passenger Yi is awake."
"Passenger Yi, are you awake?" Cao Yu was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, "Great!"
Lu Ren A and Lu Ren B, these were the code names they gave to the two Shanghai Special Intelligence Team members who were seriously injured and captured in a coma.
Yes, in Su Chende's previous plan, in the information sold to Xia Wenqiao through Cao Yu, it was true that there were two wounded people who knew Xiao Mian's condition. However, the real situation before was this. The two wounded men were seriously injured and remained in coma. They did not engage in any behavior such as 'surrendering or reporting' as shown in the false intelligence.
The doctor on No. 76 examined Passerby A and Passerby B and concluded that it was difficult for them to wake up. He suggested that they should not waste any more money on medicines and deal with them directly.
It was Su Chende’s insistence. He tried his best to persuade Li Cuiqun to agree to continue treating these two people. The reason was very straightforward:
As long as these two people are not dead and breathing, they need to be saved, because they are the only survivors from the Shanghai special team they have on hand! Maybe there are clues to capture Xiao Mian in these two people! Although there is little hope, what if you are lucky enough?
There are two people, Passenger A and Passenger B. Passenger A had already regained consciousness the day before yesterday. The doctor said that he would be fully awake soon, but he did not expect that Passenger B woke up first.
Su Chende rubbed his hands and said, "Cao Yu, prepare a car and go to Shoukang Hospital."
Shoukang Hospital is the secret cooperative hospital of No. 76. The two seriously injured people from the Shanghai Special Situation Team have been treated in Shoukang Hospital.
"yes!"
…
Half an hour later.
Shoukang Hospital.
"How is this person doing? Can I ask questions?" Su Chende asked the doctor.
“The patient has just woken up and it is not appropriate to ask questions now.” The doctor shook his head and said.
"Then you can ask questions." Su Chende nodded and smiled politely at the doctor, "Please step aside."
Although Su Chende was smiling, in the eyes of the doctor, the smile had a chilling and chilling feeling. He pushed up his lenses and left the ward without saying a word.
"What's your name?" Su Chende sat beside the hospital bed, glanced at the very pale wounded man, and asked.
The wounded man glanced at him, remained silent, and closed his mouth.
"This attitude is very unfriendly." Su Chende said, "This is not the attitude towards a lifesaver."
He shook his head, "Do you know that in order to save your life, we have spent at least a thousand dollars on you just for these medicines and nutritional injections."
“I didn’t ask you to save me,” the wounded man said, his voice a little weak.
Su Chende was overjoyed to just reply. What he was most afraid of was that this person remained silent.
For such an important criminal who has just woken up from serious injuries and cannot be punished, it would be really difficult to deal with this person if he remained silent.
As long as you are willing to speak, it is a good thing.
"I won't ask you anything else. I'll just ask you casually as a savior. That's okay." Su Chende said.
The wounded man in the hospital bed closed his mouth.
"I saved your life. If nothing else, I can tell you what your name is." Su Chende said. He keenly caught the hesitation and uncertainty in the wounded man's expression and immediately said, "You We have also made some guesses about the situation, you are just a little guy, and your name doesn’t have any significant involvement."
He chuckled lightly, "You're just a nobody, and we don't expect to find anything from your name."
Su Chende picked up the enamel cup on the bedside table and looked at it. He saw that it was empty. He got up and found a thermos bottle to pour water. He also asked Cao Yu to get a jar of honey and put some honey in the enamel cup. He used a spoon to After stirring slowly, he scooped a spoonful of honey water and brought it to the wounded man's mouth.
The wounded person shuts up.
"Drink." Su Chende said calmly, "No matter how great a favor is, it is greater than saving a life. We have already saved your life. Are you still worried about our small favor?"
The wounded man on the hospital bed was silent for more than ten seconds, and finally slowly opened his dry lips.
…
Su Chende was very careful. After giving him a few sips of water, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of the wounded man's mouth.
While he was doing all this, the wounded on the hospital bed looked at him quietly, seeing how naturally the fat man did all this.
“Quanda.” He suddenly said.
"What?" Su Chende glanced at this person. Although he was very excited, there was not much surprise on his face. He showed a look of surprise, "Oh, you mean, your name is Quan Da.”
Quanda nodded.
"All of them?" Su Chende thought, "This surname is rare, how can it be achieved?"
“Da from Dazhou.” Quanda said.
“Are you from Dazhou, Sichuan? Why do you have a northern Anhui accent?” Su Chende asked in surprise.
“My ancestors were from Dazhou,” Quanda said.
"That's it." Su Chende nodded. He put down the enamel cup and took out a few photos from his body. He didn't show the photos directly to Quanda, but said, "I'm not trying to judge you, it's like this , here are some photos.”
Quanda looked at Su Chende alertly.
"Don't look at me with such vigilant eyes." Su Chende chuckled, "Only two or three of you people escaped. Except for you, the others are all dead. Those in this photo are the ones who escaped." People who were beaten to death.”
Quanda's eyes narrowed, and a trace of sadness flowed in them.
"I just want you to recognize me." He looked at Quanda with a sincere look and a smile. "It's nothing else. Although you and I are enemies, regardless of our stance, these people are all good guys. .”
Su Chende looked at Quanda, paused, picked up the enamel jar, and asked, "Can I have a drink of water?"
Quanda nodded slightly.
"Thank you." Su Chende said politely, took a sip of water, and then continued, "I just thought that after these people died like this, they should leave their names."
He looked at Quanda, his tone was calm and his attitude was sincere, "You and I have different positions. Let's not say who is right or wrong. Well, let's just say that if we lose in the future and you win, these names will be in our file records. , there is a record of where they were buried, and if you want to raise their spirits and bury them properly, you will be able to find out where they were buried."
Quanda fell silent and closed his eyes.
Cao Yu, who had been keeping quiet on the side, saw a hint of dissatisfaction and anxiety in his eyes. He was about to speak, but Su Chende stopped him with his eyes.
Cao Yu understood what Su Chende’s eyes meant:
Be calm and don’t be impatient!
“You also think we will win?” Quanda said suddenly, but his eyes were still closed.
"Of course I hope we win. I was just making an analogy." Su Chende said without following Quanda's words.
Then he saw Quanda open his eyes and look over, with thoughts and doubts in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Su Chende asked.
“You can completely follow my words.” Quanda said.
"It's not necessary." Su Chende shook his head, "You are just a little guy. I don't ask for any secrets from you, and I don't have to compromise to deceive you for some purpose."
Quanda took a deep look at Su Chende and closed his eyes again.
Cao Yu looked at Su Chende, and Su Chende once again made a calm look.
“Photos.” A voice whispered.
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